Ghetto boy, ghetto boy, wailing since a little boyAll I felt was pain, Lord please won’t you send me joyGod must have heard my prayers, came to me in my dreamsIt’s been over 6 years and my mother is still cleanoh-oh, oh-oh, that’s right, I’m living my lifeI’m in the street, right on my blockWe chilling all nightSo call me what you wanna call meI did all them corners on meGun shots, tear dropsI did lost a couple homiesVictim of a felon hoodProduct of a dirty slumI ain’t going back …Already let them judge me oncecall me dumb, call me fool, fineYou can call me stupid cause I comeFlying through the hood when I get some new shitGrinding from…man I done what I could niggaLook at me I made it out but still I am a hood niggaoh-oh, that’s right I’m feeling like I’m falling seeHear me now and then I hear it the streets is calling me

Yeah, bad shells, flow schools, overcrowded classroomsCollege girls on stripper poles, feeling like we’re all doomedRock sellers, … tellers, why they let the cops kills usWouldn’t understand unless you’re standing on them blocks with usGuns here, show no fear, candles for my dead …Pregnant teens, broken dreams, but I still love it hereYes I said I love it here, take a breath, smell the airLook around, feel the ground, you can sense the danger nearNew babies lost they father … inside the householdAlcohol, … tell me something I don’t knowTell me where the opens atReal you can call me thatNever go and fall away the streets is always calling back

Even though I seen the struggle, even though I seen the struggleMy whole life was a struggle, that’s all that I know… money stays on my mind and I won’t let it goSee this here is survival of the realestAnd only if you real you will feel itSo if you don’t live it, don’t speak itMake it hard for you to not see it